This is for my sister, Yami's Little Girl, who just loves slash (that's sarcasm, you know). Couples: Sirius/Severus Ginny/Remus (can't help myself, gotta have a couple who's bound to have problems with the age thing) Hermione/Draco Lucius/Tonks (Narcissa turned out to be evil and she died okay?) and Harry is going to be blissfully single, spending quality time with his parents: NOT LILY AND JAMES!

PROLOGUE

"Sir?" Harry Potter stood outside the headmaster's office. Inside it was bleak; Dumbledore stood near the window, looking out at the ruins below.

The final battle had taken place here. Ron Weasly, tired of being in Harry's shadow, had betrayed him to the dark lord and helped Voldemort and his death eaters gain access to Hogwarts. Fortunately the Order, much to Mr. and Mrs. Weasly's eternal shame and sadness, had already been on to Ron and the members of the Order had all been waiting. The older students, 5-7 had helped fight too.

Many had been killed, Hermione, Remus, Ginny, Neville, Tonks, Lucius and Draco (who had been spies), Arthur Weasly and lastly Severus Snape to name a few Harry knew personally, but many more he hadn't know had fought and died so that he could get Voldemort alone. Then, inside the great hall the doors had slammed shut, leaving Harry and Voldemort alone. Harry's scar had been bursting with pain but he had ignored it. His wand out he stared down Voldemort, who's wand had also been in his hand. For a moment neither spoke nor moved, just watched each other, the screaming and yelling coming from outside not reaching their ears. Then Voldemort screamed "Avada Kedava!" and Harry saw death speeding toward him. Out of nowhere came a black figure. The spell hit it instead, thus opening up a time for Harry to get Voldemort. Harry yelled the killing curse, but no one jumped out to save the dark lord. Voldemort fell to the floor, dead. Sadly, just ahead of Harry lay Severus Snape who had died so that Harry could do what he had been born to do.

"Come in, Harry," Dumbledore said, turning around. Harry had always known that the headmaster was old, far older than he could imagine. But now more than ever before he could see that. The final battle had taken its toll on Hogwarts headmaster, even more lines on his face, which was heavy with fatigue and sadness. Even the twinkle in his eyes seemed gone.

"Headmaster-" Harry began. Dumbledore smiled weakly.

"Call me Albus, Harry," the headmaster said tiredly. "You've done more than I ever have. Surely that earns you the right to calling me by my name."

"Thank you…Albus," Harry said, smiling a little in return. It hurt to do that when the pain from Ron's betrayal and all the death so fresh. "What did you want to talk to me about."

"I'm sure you remember the veil through which Sirius fell in your fifth year," Dumbledore began. Harry nodded. "Well, before Pettigrew died he knew he owed you something for saving his life in your third year. So he told me everything the dark lord had learned about it…and Harry now all I need to know is who are the last two people you want to be brought back?"

"What?" Harry said blankly.

"There is a spell, written on the archway from which the veil hangs. Voldemort had translated it before his defeat and had planned on using it to bring back ten dark creatures which would help me cover the world in darkness after your defeat, obviously that will no be happening. Since you defeated him, now, however. I wish to reward you. You can bring back ten of the people who died in helping bring about the dark lord's downfall every six months. I figured that you would want to bring back Hermione, Remus, Neville, Lucius, Draco, Tonks, and Arthur. But that leaves to more. So I want to know whether you wish to bring back Severus and Sirius, or your parents."

"Both," Harry replied.

"Perhaps you misunderstood me. You can only bring back to others this month. Either Severus and Sirius, or Lily and James, not both," Dumbledore said apologetically.

"Oh, that clears it up," Harry said. "I want Severus and Sirius back, no question." Dumbledore looked startled.

"Perhaps I should give you some time to think about this, you have until the end of the week," the headmaster said.

"No," Harry said firmly. "I want them back."

"Harry, this is an important decision. Think about it for a while, please?" Harry sighed at the look in the headmaster's eyes.

"Fine," he said. "But my answer will be the same when I come back next Friday."

"All right, Harry," Dumbledore said, smiling again. "All right."

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All right, an 'ittle bit different *cough* waaaay different *cough* than my other story, O Future Tell of Secrets, this is slash & straight (more straight, but not the point) and will have implications of mpreg. Sorry if that bothers you, I don't usually write slash, other than my Sam/Gollum, but my precious Sev and Siri were just asking for it by being so nasty to each other (that and this bothers a lot of people I know, which makes me happy! * oh sissy…*) Please R&R ~ Remo